In the beginning, there was snow.
And the snow begat snowplows, snowblowers,
snow shovelers and very large pick-up
trucks with blades. And the snowplows,
snowblowers, snow shovelers and
very large pick-up trucks
with blades begat snow berms.
And the snow berms begat -- BERMTOPIA.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

March in February

Oh my. I have SO many primo blogs in the pipeline but just not enough time to tweak, perfect and upload photos. It's frustrating.

BUT today, something happened that didn't need tweaking nor was it frustrating: March weather in February. How to describe -- it's cold, it's sunny, it's capricious:

One minute clear, one minute bleak. The snow flies about every 30 minutes -- 15 minutes northbound, 15 minutes southbound. Then it hails. Then the clouds break. And it starts all over again. Best of all -- a nominal amount of snow sticks to the ground. Praise the Lord!

Bermtopia: My home town

A self-avowed winterphobe negotiates the seasons, kitchens, gardens and dogs formerly in Bermtopia (an idyllic little burg in the hinterlands of eastern Washington) and NOW in The Beav, a suburban mecca just outside Portland, Ore. Bermtopia was occasionally cursed with snow (which how this blog came to be) -- and The Beav with rain, but both are always, relentlessly, entertaining -- my hometowns.

And, yes, I occasionally cook -- and am more than happy to tell you about it at http://becauseisaidsokitchen.blogspot.com